Beige trench coat , wool sweaters, plaid skirts, think feminism fatale, but educated , sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society, tea with milk and sugar , subsequent tea strains.
=Bookshops=
i wish we had dictionaries with poetic definitions in them. what is life? what is death? what is love? what is hate? tell me what it means in beautiful verses.
sun showers are so pretty!
once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion
Over the Garden Wall
Chapter 10 - The Unknown
“...the stars always shine brighter reflected in your eyes...”
Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.
Another language I wish I knew, Latin, to inspire.